this is an apporopriate halloween vibe i suppose - romantic prongsfoot ficlet - firefighter james & psycho sirius :)
james sighed, pulling up his pants and snapping the suspenders over his shoulders. he reached into his locker for his jacket, slinging it over his forearm before grabbing his phone to switch off for work.
“evening, sarg.” marlene saluted him as she walked past, james shook his head with a smile, scolding her for cutting the sleeves off her shirt yet again.
“mckinnon.”
“it’s a slow day… first to fifteen in basketball?”
“you’re on.” he grinned, “give me ten to clock in.”
“gotcha.” she winked and sauntered out of the locker rooms.
right as he switched his phone on silent, a picture of sirius and himself popped up on his phone screen, of them hugging and smiling, drunk off their arses with feather boas around their necks. james smiled to himself and quickly answered the phone.
“hey, pads.” he said, sticking his phone between his ear and shoulder so he could sort out the rest of his stuff as he talked, “what’s up?”
“you’re about to get to work, right?” his voice sounded a little hoarse, like he’d been crying.
james immediately felt concerned, freezing in place to listen. he’d drop everything for his best friend (and totally not the guy he was in love with) if he so much as just asked.
“… yeah, lucky you caught me. i was about to switch my phone off to clock in, actually.”
“okay, good…” sirius swallowed, “suit up and come to my house.”
“wh- sirius, i’m working… is this an emergency?”
“yes.” sirius said again, and james dropped everything and took the phone into his hands.
“what happened, are you okay?”
“i’m fine, james… i’m wonderful.” he sighed, and he sounded so. he also sounded high as fuck, “i need you to come to mine… and perhaps you should bring an ambulance.”
“sirius?” james practically screached, rushing through the building for his desk for the emergency line, “what’s going on? what happened? are you okay?”
“reggie and i…” sirius took a moment and inhaled, “we did something bad, james.”
“b-bad?” james swallowed, punching in sirius’ address and alerting the paramedics, “siri- pads, what’s going on?”
“it’s so beautiful.” sirius actually giggled, “so bright, and warm… we did it, james. we did it.”
james felt his stomach fall out from underneath him, his heart practically fluttering in his chest, “sirius you…”
“are you coming, jamie? i need you.”
james shook his head sent off a siren throughout the firehouse, punching in the address for the trucks, and set himself into action, “i’m coming, pads-“ he hauled himself into the front seat of a truck, marlene driving beside him, “i’m coming, okay? stay calm-“
“i’m calm, james.” sirius muttered, “i think this is the most calm i’ve ever been, except when i’m with you.”
james ignored the way that punched at his gut, directing marlene through the streets, “okay, you’re away from the fire? are you injured, pads…” he pulled the phone away from his ear to look at the black smog wafting though the sky a few streets down.
it was massive, the fire.
marlene sped up.
“sirius, i’m almost there- you’re outside?”
“i’m waiting for you, jamie.” he muttered, “on the foot path, by the little tree, just like always.”
“i’ll be there, stay safe, padfoot.”
he tried to calm his nerves, blocking out the sound of marlene radioing the station, asking for more backup. they pulled around and onto grimmwald place to see the black house up in an angry flicker of flames, dark smoke polluting the sky above… and sirius sitting there on the footpath, where he said he’d be.
he’s covered in soot and his hairs a little greasy and he’s got regulus sitting beside him, under his arm, his head on his big brothers shoulder. james hung up the phone and tossed it onto the dash before jumping out of the still moving vehicle.
he ran straight for sirius.
sirius stood, patting regulus on the shoulder as he did, and james full body slammed into him before checking his face over, “sirius… sirius look at me- are you okay? what happened? are you okay?”
“james…” sirius said, a saddened smile on his lips as james’ hands came up to cradle his thin cheeks. tears welled in his watercolour eyes, his bony hand reaching up to hold james’ wrist and keep it there, “jamie… they’re gone.”
james furrowed his brow, looking over to the burning house, his coworkers kicked into action and trying to put out the monstrous fire, and he looked back to sirius, then it clicked.
“you… you killed them, didn’t you?” he whispered, “your parents?”
sirius nodded his head, “they were going to hurt reggie, james… hurt him like they hurt me.” he shook his head, voice too calm for someone going though all this, “i couldn’t let them any longer, so we… we lit the lounge, and bedrooms with candles, and the flames caught on the hideous curtains and… well, they didn’t make it out, jamie.”
james looked him over, his best friend -the man he loves - he looked him over, and ran his thumb over sirius’ cheek to catch a tear, and he smiled.
“you finally did it, huh?”
sirius smiled and nodded, “are you proud of me, jamie?”
james nodded and shushed them, “yes- you can’t tell anyone-“
“we made it look like an accident, james. i remember what you told me.”
“good.” james sighed, “you’re insane, the both of you.”
“they’re gone, jamie.” sirius smiled, tipping his head to the side and gripping james’ wrist tighter, his thumb soothed over the goosebump skin and smeared black ash, “they can’t hurt me anymore.”
“no.” james shook his head, “i know.”
it felt so fucking good to know.
“i’m free.” sirius smiled, running his hands up james’ arms, “i’m so free.”
“yeah, pads… i know.”
sirius smiled and sighed and grabbed james on either side of his neck and pulled. he pulled until they were kissing, and james melted.
“i’ve wanted to do that for years.” sirius smiled, kissing james again, “thank you for waiting, jamie-“
“wait, you knew?” he stepped back, stunned, eyes as wide as his glasses.
sirius smiled, reaching out to wipe soot from james’ face, where his black dusted nose brushed james’ cheek, “of course, jamie, you’re my best friend.”
“oh.” james stared for a moment before breaking out into a grin, “well, not anymore i’m not.” and he kissed him again.
“it’s great you finally got your snog, sarge,” marlene called out from behind him, “but how about some help, yeah?”
“shit, right, fire.” james nodded, pulling away from sirius with one last little kiss, and giving regulus a quick embrace and a kiss to the top of his head, “stay right there, love! and let the paramedics look you over.”
sirius scrunched up his nose and shoed james off as he ran straight into the thick of it, right behind marlene.
yeah, everybody kinda knows that james is in love with a psycho, and it’s true, he certainly is.
but only a few know that sirius is in love with one too.
Sirius voice is soft, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of Harry’s pale face as he lets out a groan. The boy’s thin limbs twitch from the lingering effects of the Cruciatus.
“No, I’m here,” Harry mutters. “Fuck. This hurts like hell. No wonder they call it an Unforgiveable. I sure as hell won’t be forgiving Bellatrix any time soon.”
Sirius doesn’t crack a smile. “I’m gonna call Pomfrey. The potion shouldn’t be letting you feel anything.”
“No wait,” says Harry through gritted teeth. “I think that’s the last of it.” Indeed, as soon as he’s done speaking, his arms and legs still.
Sirius lets out a sigh of relief. “You hurting anywhere else?”
“No. I think Pomfrey gave me enough to knock out an threstral.”
Sirius’ lips twitch. “Then should I be concerned that you’re still conscious?”
“Nah. I’m always an anomaly when it comes to healing.” Despite his words, Harry’s head starts to loll to the side and his breathing begins to slow. Sirius reaches for his hand and intertwines their fingers.
“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” Sirius says quietly. Harry cracks one eye open.
“I’d be concerned if you did,” he responds.
Sirius’ face darkens. “Next time I see her, she’s dead.”
“Good,” Harry breathes, the word barely intelligible as he drifts into unconsciousness.
“Have you gone from me?” Sirius whispers, eyes locked on the still face of his child. There’s no response. Sirius leans forward and kisses his forehead. He rises up out of his chair, untangling his fingers from Harry’s now-lax hand, and moves towards the door.
“Not my kid, you bitch,” he mutters under his breath as he strides out of the hospital wing, wand in his hand.
War is coming, and Narcissa is scared for Draco. So she turns to the only person she can think of – Sirius Black.
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